Looking at Emperor Yuan Feng's back, Zhou Shu was a bit puzzled.
Don't they say that Emperor Yuan Feng is a good-natured and benevolent old man?
Why does he seem a little unpredictable?
Cough cough—Yin Changhao pretended to cough and only spoke when he saw Zhou Shu looking at him. "Zhou Shu, did you save Wuyou?"
"No." Zhou Shu shook his head. "It was my senior brother—I mean, Senior Nameless."
"Oh." Yin Changhao nodded. His brother had lost his mind and forgot to ask about important matters.
"Let me ask you. Did you see who injured Wuyou?" Yin Changhao asked.
Yin Wuyou was the little princess of the imperial family. How could they let the person who injured her off so easily?
Did they really think that he, Yin Changhao, wouldn't kill them?
Zhou Shu thought for a moment before saying, "I heard from my senior brother that it was Great Wei's Imperial Preceptor Xiao Shunzhi."
